, 1887-05-14
THE FEAST OF SAN JOSE.


Tranquil. Easy Flowing Lives-
On Saturday, was the feast of San jose
(St. Joseph. ard the parish church of
Tlaxcala was adorned within and "yitL-
out IN honor of that parsonage. The very
bells in tho old stone tower were hung
with red, wliito and green streamcrs,
and pendants of the came colors noatcd
in the nave of the church. The people
came from far and near, the poorest
Indians from tho distant hill tops and
the officials of the state government, and
all knelt before the altar. All were
clean and nea 1t was q joyous day,
and al were Happy.
Outside the church, and Just inside the
stone gates of the yard, was an Indian
band, playing weird music, the music of
three centuries ago. Tho players en-
ployed n sort of rude clarionet, and they
also had q drum, made Of q hollow log,
about four feet high, with q sheepslin
drawn over the top. 1t gave forth,
under the enthusiastic p~oundings of a
bright young Indian boy, most nelan-
choly whoops, and, together with the
shrill music of tho %clarioncts, was utterly
unlike anything l had ever heard. But
even enthusiasm needs its dinner, and
4 lad succeeded another, and so the
whooping of that mournful drum smote
upon tho still mir of the quiet town all the
day. A boy with q drum to pound is an
energetic chap; q boy with q yard to
rake clear of tho debris of a Now Eng
land winter is q lazy chap who casts
furtive glances at the street or his rabbit
pen.
l find the boys of Tlaxcala pretty
much what other boys are. They are
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hard work is not to their mind. A
smiling, honest faced set Of lads, their
white teeth sparkling inside their red
lips. They have lots Of bottled up fun
in them, and for a medic, 6 IA cents,
viii run their legs OF on errands for you.
Boys make the beds at the Hotel San
Francisco, and are chamber boys, as is
the custom here, where, even in the city
of Mexico, women do not work in tho
hotels.
Saturday vas also market day, and
the strangest men and women came
down from the surrounding limestone
hills, bringing little pigs oddly harnessed
SO as to be driven along the roads, OBJ
stinato lttlo quadrupeds who, once inside
the town, squeal loudly and persistently
go just where they think their drivers
don't wish them to go. The Indian wo-
men from the hills wore bright colorcd
serapes for outer petticoats, and at night
they take these off for blankets. The
men were, for the most part, of good
stature, bronzed, black eyed, with
that arrogant air the warlike
Tlaxcalans have always had; these
hill people don't forget that their
ancestors whipped the Aztecs up in the
valley of Mexico, and l fancy they would
again willingly carry the stout cedar tim
bers across the hills to the lake of Texcoco
to build ~brigantines for another Cortez.
They sell, under the sheds of the market
place, rude pottery, many vegetables, in
GLIDING the fiery chile peppers, and
serapes and rebosos. Under the near by
portales, or arcades, some white men are
selling little German mirrors, buttons,
laces and toys. But l like best to come
back to the market place to look at these
outlandish people from the mountain
sides and the deep interior valleys, where
they still worship, by stealth, their
ancient d~ivinities, and make outward
profession of Christianity. Their language
flows softly, and l wish that KNEW their
traditions and habits Of thought. for here
is q race well worth the study of q COM
petent ethnologist, who might preserve to
distant ages the history and customs of
the arrogant Tlaxcalans who fought with
the Spanish conquerors.-Mexico Cor.
Boston Herald.